At first Wren nodded even though he didn't know what 'glass and biotech' meant. Then came a guess.
"No," Wren said, then stared at the detective for a long moment, regathering his thoughts. Argh, he was terrible at this. The payment offered for delivering 'important messages with discretion' had seemed too good to be true and of course it was. There weren't many jobs that he could do without certification though. Speaking multiple languages counted for nothing without paperwork or at least some kind of degree behind them. And he was 'unskilled' at everything except for being a druid, and there wasn't much call for that in terms of drawing wages. So now he was being paid by a voice on the phone who'd sent him a letter that had a lockbox key at the central post office, and instructing him to check it, with his first 'mission' of a kind. It seemed easy enough - hire a detective (Drew Sullivan, card included) to look into some rich guy (Damien Evans) and his company (Aquillia Industries), pay in cash, make sure to mention the points listed, memorise them don't read them out, don't mention the company hiring Wren (Mad Hatter Incorporated).
He had to regather his thoughts. He'd recited this conversation all day in his shoddy apartment, getting it right. It had sounded smooth and together in his place, alone, but then walking into the Quarter and finding this door and entering this room had made it super real and espionagey and he started double-thinking about what he was really doing. But he was just hiring an investigator to check something hinky out, wasn't he? It seemed harmless.
"No," he said again, and got himself back on track. "Aquillia Industries is trying to find a cure for vampirism. I want to know if it's true, how close they are, who else knows about it, if they're going to sell it, and if there is interest outside the supernatural community for it, like human government or military."
All that practise had finally paid off. Wren didn't remember saying 'we' earlier. He would've cringed at the slip up.